So, I'm at the point now when the end of the semester is so close you can almost taste it. For me, the end of the semester means several things, chief among them no more stressing out (or rather, breaking down into a sobbing mess) about Research Methods. Oh, and Angie is visiting at the end of April, and Yan's new crush  lady-friend is coming down ( Read more... )

 Fucking fuck. 
This week has been no end of fail. 
In fact, it has been made of so much fail that the fail is reaching critical mass.
We're due for a fail fallout any minute now.

Not only did I fuck up in every academically possible way, I managed to kill my little 4GB Zen by dumping half a bottle of water into my bag. 
My favorite bag. The one that's ( Read more... )

 I was going to write something about Remy and a bunch of wandering Jews today, but I didn't feel like getting my netbook out on the train   ( I wonder why ) and when the 20 came I was too sleepy. So in the end, I totally forgot. I'm sure it'll come back to me, though.

Stuck working with some kind of Naruto-fag today. He's barely talked to me in ( Read more... )